TWW -- Ryan: Weaving.

The Twilight War -- Ryan: Weaving.

walking down the street.

tap. tap. tap...

turns and enters the building. up the filth stairs. smelling the urine, the scent of used latex, feeling vials turn under his feet, tiny claws scrabble out of the way. into the room.

he can see the three sitting there. the room around them, squalid.

"It wasn't always like this."

not sure who said it, them or him.

"Have you measured them?" The matron, this time, definitely.

"Measured who?" he answers, confused. The maid sits quietly, spinning out the thread of life.

"Your friends."

The crone sits, muttering, occasionally making careful snips with her shears. Old, they are, and rusted. "It has been becoming harder to make clean cuts," she says, looking up at you. "The threads end badly."

"It has been hard to measure... forward. I can't make it out in the darkness."

"Then go back," the matron snaps. "Start at the beginning. Or go backwards from now to find it."

"She's irritable this aeon," says the maid gently. "The tapestry's weave is worse and worse."

"I thought you wove it," he replies.

"No," she says patiently. "You do."

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